Chapter 302

• I don’t get much sleep. I stare at the ceiling listening to the silence in the dark before dawn finally tugs me out of bed.
• I jog alone at 6.00 a.m., the familiar route I usually take with Jake, but he’s still in bed, and avoiding him is my only action plan this morning.
• I pound the picturesque streets of Seattle with my soft-soled running shoes and try to bring back all the calm and control that rules my life. We need to forget last night ever happened if we’re to move on. I need to stop over-analyzing it, obsessing over it, and forget it ever happened.